"WOOOOHHHHHHH!"
In the cockpit of the Outback Red Bull, Luis Dreyer was flumped in pain. He struggled to breathe, weary of every new pain that coursed through his ribs with every inhalation. The impact throbbing through the carbon shell around him translated to his very own body, pounding his head with a severe headache and throwing him into unrecoverable disorientation.
'Ah, gosh! Fuck, damn. I crashed!'
**Luis, talk to me. Are you okay? Can you hear me?**
Dreyer nodded vigorously in pain as if something was bothering him. His head was spinning as he muttered incoherent replies back to his panicked team.
**Copy that, just stay still, mate. Medics's on their way. Car's done, we're retiring. You're safe, okay?**
